The Skeletator Man
I open my eyes and look up at a ceiling.
I'm sitting in a chair, can't move.
What feels like a belt is holding my head in place to the backrest.
I move my eyes down; I can see most of another man's face there.
His head is also strapped down.
His eyes are darting left and right, teeth clenched, struggling to free himself.
I make my own attempts, knowing they would be useless, but trying anyway.
The chair is bolted to the floor, it won't move. The man is pretty close to me, if we could move, we could probably touch.
I'm scared.
I have no idea how this will play out.
I look around as much as I can. The ceiling is high and I can't see any walls. There is a spotlight high over head illuminating us.
All my fingers can feel are the edges of the armrest. I can't hear anything beyond my own breathing and the attempted movements of my newfound companion.
What could have brought us here? Is this torture? Is there some psychotic force that brought us together?
Whatever the answer is, I can feel in my gut that someone's going to die.
Hopefully not me.
Suddenly a loud screech.
Deafening sounds.
Speakers crackle.
A booming voice.
"Good evening gentlemen. As you have no doubt discovered, a skeleton has popped out."
